She is delivered

A car pulls up at exactly the time you were told. She steps out, small and perfectly proportioned. Her breasts sway delightfully under her white t-shirt. she is wearing no bra and you can make out her pert nipples.

You hardly pay attention to the driver as you sign the delivery slip and then you are showing her into the house. She's wearing tight cut off jean shorts and you admire her legs and bum.

You take her into the kitchen and pour her a drink. She's talking easily and is cute and friendly. After a while you ask her, "do you know why you are here?"

"Oh yes," she smiles, "I'm your live in cleaner and cook. I'm to look after you."

You smile to yourself. She's going to look after you in every way.

"You can start by making me my supper," you tell her.

"Of course," she put down her drink and starts checking your cupboards and fridge for food. "Is there anything special you'd like sir?" she asks.